The approving smile of my Dad the day I had to tie his shoelaces will always be a bittersweet memory.
I cannot forget the first time I tied my shoelaces on my own – I could have been three and a half – and Daddy smiled approvingly, proud of my latest childhood accomplishment.
Four decades later, dementia robbed him of the ability to tie his own shoelaces. That he could still recognise me, warmed my heart with gratitude and I will forever cherish this memory.
Like this dying ornamental palm tree that was still bearing fruit, my Dad continued to be the gentle, loving, nurturing parent even when Alzheimer’s Disease ravaged his mind and body.
I named this painting ‘Father Nurture’ as a tribute to my Dad, to keep the memory of his life and legacy alive. Right before his casket was closed, I tucked a laminated miniature copy of the painting in the pocket of his jacket, right over his heart.
This is the 10th Father’s Day without the physical presence of my Dad. I am comforted by the love of God and the memory of my loving earthly father, so eloquently expressed in the lyrics of one of my favourite hymns, Praise, My Soul, The King of Heaven –
…Father-like He tends and spares us; Well our feeble frame He knows. In His hand he gently bears us, Rescues us from all our foes.
Praise, My Soul, The King Of Heaven
When my father slept his way into eternity nearly ten years ago, I had no idea that one day, I would create a painting and publish a book in tribute to him.
To preview the book, Pastels & Prose, and to order your copy, please visit www.camilleisaacsmorell.com/pastelsandprose
Glory Matters 